I raised the curtain in our bedroom this morning and saw the sky turning colors just in the right spot. I ran out into the kitchen where Paul was making breakfast for everybody (you can't have him; he's mine) and said, "I'll be right back! I have to take a picture of the tree." Everyone… Continue reading The Last Day
Month: December 2016
Protecting the Dream
CAUTION: Contains frank talk about Santa. You've been warned. . . . . . I'm ambivalent about Santa. I never believed in Santa as a child. Paul didn't either, and when we talked about it we generally decided we'd go along if they picked it up from other people, but wouldn't lie if asked a… Continue reading Protecting the Dream
Sixteen Minutes to Christmas
It's sixteen minutes to Christmas. Everyone else has been in bed for awhile, the boys in their new (to us) Mario pajamas. The stockings are ready (the ones for Mom and Dad are stuffed with fruit from the bowl on the counter to make them look full; I love a good banana for Christmas), the presents are under… Continue reading Sixteen Minutes to Christmas
Better
I discovered this week that I have readers I didn't know about. Mostly because people kept asking me if I was feeling better. Apparently they read my little December rant a few days ago. (This is probably useful as an early warning system to allow people to approach me with caution.) Anyway, the answer is yes. I… Continue reading Better
Goodbyes
You guys, December is winning. This is my Uncle Everett, back in 1944, when he was ten years old. He died in the wee hours this morning. A couple of people have asked me today if we were close, and I'm not sure how to answer that. The answer is likely no, at least in… Continue reading Goodbyes